They were supposed to be firing, the flags were flying, no red lights, no one in the observation hut. And, we did not go in the range.
A very warm evening to set out from Cox Tor, flies everywhere - just shows how warm it is. Straight up Cox where the gentle mist provided suitable ambience. Down by the Thufurs to the wall and the track to Wedlake. Through the fields to pop out at the Colly Brook where the fish were enjoying all the flies. Steadily up to breach the Iron Age fort to the famous flagpost. Down to the horsey hut for the second flag and on to the Peter Tavy bound at the wall corner. Careful and very accurate navigation took us on to Roos where yet another flag flew. To the dew pond and back to the cars as the sky cleared and stars appeared. On to the now predictably quiet, but open, Whitty.